The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 1039 - 530: Creation of the Blood Race Progenitor_2

Chapter 1039: Chapter 530: Creation of the Blood Race Progenitor_2

Wilson did not understand the meaning of what was going on, but the Hearthstone Witch suddenly looked towards Ivita.

She understood that the magic required to bind two powerful life forms together couldn’t possibly be that simple.

It required love magic.

Love magic was the best adhesive, it’s just a pity that most witches never understood what love really was.

A highly complex and beautiful magic array rose from the palace floor, and within this magic array, Ivita’s mana gradually connected with Vampire Wilson.

Vampire Wilson knelt on the ground, his fingernails turning into claws that even shattered the blue brick floor, his pupils dilated, turning pure black, with black blood vessels appearing around his eyes.

Then, Wilson felt the blood in his body start to boil as though it was bubbling up, he howled in pain, and the blood reversed its flow, all of it spilling from his mouth.

The blood dripped to the ground.

At that moment, it seemed as if countless voices rang out by Vampire Wilson’s ears.

"This is a curse, this is the curse that wizard King before you have cast upon you, your pitiful race is cursed once again."

"Lowly vampire, what makes you worthy of being cursed by that King? Do you even have the right qualifications?"

"You will die within this curse, with nothing left. If you don’t step out of this magic array, your end will be very tragic."

"Should I really trust His Majesty?"

As this thought crossed Vampire Wilson’s mind, he felt even more pain, as though he could die at any moment within this magic.

But soon Wilson adjusted his mindset, "My life belongs to His Majesty."

He was prepared for self-sacrifice, and at that moment, all the voices by his ear disappeared, his body was also free from pain, and the cursed power from Ivita kept pouring into his bloodstream.

Mixing with his body, becoming one with it.

Ivita walked towards him, "Thank you for your trust, Wilson."

The next moment, Ivita’s right hand pierced through his heart. "Rebirth is the beginning of the ascent in power, as long as you are a third-generation vampire, you are still subject to the special ranking system of the Blood Race."

"The closer the blood relation to the ancestor of vampires, the more powerful the vampire."

"This is the millennium law of the Blood Race, for a thousand years, no vampire has broken this rule. But now this rule hinders me, so I must break it."

"I will remove your bloodline from the vast chain of bloodlines of your Blood Race. Your Blood Race itself is merely a large chain of bloodlines derived from a vampire ancestor. Despite seeming numerous, if you kill the ancestor, you all will die, a very fragile race."

At that moment, in the dungeon of a heathen nation, the ancestor of vampires, captured by the heathens, suddenly opened his blood-red eyes in the pitch-black dungeon.

He felt his bloodline chain being struck by some powerful force, and with the last strike, the entire bloodline chain almost collapsed, but quickly returned to normal, missing only a small part of the chain.

The ancestor of vampires murmured to himself. "A third-generation vampire has transformed, all the descendants of that bloodline have broken away from my own and become independent. No, I do not permit a second vampire ancestor in this world."

"I must get out."

"I must get out!"

The religious laws of the heathens pressed down, firmly suppressing the ancestor of vampires within the lightless dungeon, leaving him completely unable to escape.

Meanwhile, inside the royal palace of the Royal Capital of Alsace, Ivita manipulated the power of the Genuine Sun Universe, elevating Wilson’s bloodline level.

Wilson, as if manipulated by an invisible force, spread his arms, his body rapidly transforming, and was lifted up by that invisible force, floating in mid-air.

Ivita said, "I do not wish for you to become an immortal in name only like the vampire ancestor. I want you to become stronger, I am using the connection between you and the two Witch Kings to guide the power of the Witch Kings towards you."

"For me, this is also an extremely dangerous move. So..."

In Ivita’s mind, memories of his experiences since arriving in this world began to emerge, followed by the goodwill he had extended towards the people of this world.

Memories are powerful.

Any good deeds done were not in anticipation of repayment from others but to make one’s memories more positive, which in itself was an accountability to oneself.

Ivita had lived in the Magic Black Forest, where he formed profound relationships with many people, and because of this, he came to love that place.

And this love was something many witches disdained to possess, even intentionally sought to destroy.

Following that, Ivita used love magic to mend the connection between two existences.

Wilson’s eyes gradually shifted from black to blood red.

"Be careful, Wilson," Ivita said, "At least another day is needed before the connection is complete. Hearthstone Witch, you must protect us."

Ivita looked down and saw his lower body almost disappearing; he could no longer frequently use magic, or he would be immediately forced into full meditative trance.

Using Wilson to assassinate the Emperor was not only because an immortal vampire body was needed to withstand the cost of killing the Emperor but also because he could not directly use magic to assassinate the Emperor, otherwise, he would enter a full meditative state during the assassination process.

After the Emperor’s death, the Empire Council would be headless, and just dealing with the Imperial Parliament required his presence on-site.

No provincial council would support someone for Emperor who was not present.

While transforming Wilson, Ivita performed a divination and suddenly his expression turned odd. "Louis XI truly is a petty man, using such tactics. Oyo III, a man seeking fame without merit, will likely not give up on the duel tomorrow with Louis XI even if poisoned."

"What a pity."

"In that case, his chances of winning are slim."

...

In the midst of their amorous entanglement, Oyo III suddenly roared and grasped the throat of the female Elf, pinning her down on the bed. "You poisoned me!"

Oyo III’s chest turned black as if his grain had become moldy.

Duke Gugel panicked and snatched up his clothes, then pulled several vials of magic potion from the pocket, immediately handing them to Oyo III.

These were antidotal magic potions.

But after drinking five vials, the black mark on Oyo III’s chest was only contained and did not disappear.

Oyo III coughed weakly, "Damn it, the Kingdom of Frank has more magical resources than us."

"These magic potions are useless."

Duke Gugel exclaimed, "Impossible! You’re the Emperor, the embodiment of universal law; how could you be poisoned! Universal legal principle: Holiness suppresses all toxins!"

"No Emperor has ever been cursed or successfully poisoned."

Oyo III snapped the Elf’s neck and smirked bitterly, "This isn’t a poison."

"It seems to be a potion that grants me special magical powers, but the cost is part of my life energy."

Oyo III spread out his left hand and witnessed special magic energy emerge, quickly forming a magical structure of special power in his palm.

"This is a potion that enhances my strength. Universal legal principle suppresses all magic but will never suppress my own power."

"The foe intends for me to abandon my familiar power system and given me a new one, aiming to create a lapse in time."

"This is called the Life and Death Cube, possessing both the forces of life and death. If I could master it, it too could be a formidable force, but there’s no time left for me."

Oyo III’s gaze turned icy. "To think they gave me such powerful magic power, probably because they expect me to pay an equivalent amount of life energy to this power, rendering my knight force system completely useless."

Duke Gugel asked, "What should we do? Shall we refuse the duel?"

Oyo III shook his head. "If I refuse the duel, I’ll be disgraced, and more critically, the lords will lose confidence. This is a poisoned scheme; I should never have agreed to the duel."

"Sigh, I have no choice but to fight."

Duke Gugel’s eyes reddened. "But..."

Oyo III didn’t know why, but suddenly he accepted his fate calmly. "It’s my fault this happened; I was too trusting. Decades ago, I seized the throne through schemes, and I’ve regretted it ever since. Now I’ve fallen into someone else’s conspiracy. Perhaps this is my destiny; I’ll just have to take it one step at a time."